This is a song about "Being godly"

Fuck being counterfeit

Lord forbid, for the good kid

You know that love is a very serious thing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Of being of always getting wired

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

So godly the way i volley your body,